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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.