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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.