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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.