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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.