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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.