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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.