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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.