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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.