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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.