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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Scion,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.