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 Hong Kong.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.