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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.