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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.