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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.