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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.