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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.