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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.