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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Main Source,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.