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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.