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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.