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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
JFA,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Franke,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.