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 Angola 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.