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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.