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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.