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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Names,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.