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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.