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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 CMW to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.