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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Index,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.