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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.