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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Index,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.