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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.