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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.