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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Index,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.