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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.