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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.