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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.