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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.