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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.