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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Sound,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.