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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.