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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Index,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.