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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.