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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.