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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.