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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.