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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.