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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.