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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.