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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.