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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.