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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.