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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.