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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.