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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.