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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.