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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.