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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.