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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Roxette,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.