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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.