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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Visage,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.