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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Index,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.