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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.