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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.