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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.