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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.