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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
the Association,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Organ,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.