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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.