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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.