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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.