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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.