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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.