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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Chrome,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.