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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.