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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.