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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.