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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.