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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.