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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.