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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.