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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Techniques 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.