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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.