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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.