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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.