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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.