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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.