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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jandek 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.