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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Names,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.