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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.