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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.