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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.