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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.