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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.