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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
New Order,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.