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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.