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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble 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.