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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Lyres,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.