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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Index,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.