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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.