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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.