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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.