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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Little Man,
The Move,
The Trojans,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.