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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.