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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.