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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.