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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.