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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.