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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.