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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.