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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.