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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.