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 South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
10cc,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.