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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.