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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.