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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.