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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.