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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.