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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.