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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.