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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.