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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.