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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.