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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.