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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.