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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.