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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Magma,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
The Victims,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.