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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.