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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.