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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Yaz,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.