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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.