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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.