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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.