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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 MDC to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Smog,
Technova,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.