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 Albania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Q65,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.