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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.