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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.