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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.