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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.