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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.