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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Monolake,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.