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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.