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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.