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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.