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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.