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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Television,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.