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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Wire,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.