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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.