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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Whodini,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.