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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.