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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.