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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.