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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.