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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.