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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Evens to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.