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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Monks,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.