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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.