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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.