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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
The Remains,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.