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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.