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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.