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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.