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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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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.