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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
the Germs,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.