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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.