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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.