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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.