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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.