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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.