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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.