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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Index,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.