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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.