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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.