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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.