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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.