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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.