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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.