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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.