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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.