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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.