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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.