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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
the Swans,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.