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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.