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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.