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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.