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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.