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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
JFA,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.