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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants 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 punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Television,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Visage,
Josef K,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.