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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 DNA to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.