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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
X-101,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.