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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Technova,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.