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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.