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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.