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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.