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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.