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-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.