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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.