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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.