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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.