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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.