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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
The Human League,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Nico,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.