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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 the Slits 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.