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 Australia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.