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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.