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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.