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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.