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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 a linndrum and a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.