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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.