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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.