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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.