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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.