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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.