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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.