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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.