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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.