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 the UAE 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.