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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.