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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.