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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.