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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.