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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Wings,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.