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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.