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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.