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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
JFA,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.