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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.