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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Slits to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.