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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.