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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
New Order,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.