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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.