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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.