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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
ABC,
MC5,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.