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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the rap 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 Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.