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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.