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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.