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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
cv313,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.