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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.