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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.