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 China and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.