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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
ABBA,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.