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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.