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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.