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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.