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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.