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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.