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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.