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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.