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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.