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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Television,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.