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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.