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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.