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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Lalann,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.