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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.