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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.