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 Israel 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.