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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.