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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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?
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.