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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.