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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.