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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Hoover,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.