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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.