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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.