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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.