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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.