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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Monks to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.