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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.