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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.