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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Little Man,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.