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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
UT,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.