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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.