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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.