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 East Timor and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.