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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.