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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.