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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.