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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.