Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.