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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.