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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.