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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.