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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.