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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.