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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.