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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.