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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.