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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.