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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 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 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 Mars 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.