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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Normal,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.