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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
X-101,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.