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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.