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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.