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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.