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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Pole,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
UT,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.