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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.