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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Names,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.