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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.