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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
10cc,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.