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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Wings,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.