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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.