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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
JFA,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.