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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.