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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.