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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.