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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.