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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.