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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.