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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.