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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.