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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.