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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.