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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.