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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.