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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.