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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.