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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Zapp,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.