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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.