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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.