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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.