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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.