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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.