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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.