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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.