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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.