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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.