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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Index,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.