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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.