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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.