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 France and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.