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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.