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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.