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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.