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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.