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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.