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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Nas,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.