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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
AZ,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.