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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.