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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.