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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.