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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Index,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.