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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Slave,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.