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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
The Index,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.