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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Darondo,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.