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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.