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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.