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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
UT,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.