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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Lille and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.