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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Oneida,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.