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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Nico,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.