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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.