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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.