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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.