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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.