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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
The Names,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.