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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.