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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Holt to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.