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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.