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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Model 500,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Crime,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.