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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Swans,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.