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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.