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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.