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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.