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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.