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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.