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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.