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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Interpol,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.