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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.