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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
X-101,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.