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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.