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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.