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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.