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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.