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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.