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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.