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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Can,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.