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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.