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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.