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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.