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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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?
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.