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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.