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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.