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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.