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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.