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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Evens,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.