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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.