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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Neu!,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.