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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.