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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.