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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.