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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.