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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.