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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.