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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Magma,
Nico,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.