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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.