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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.