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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Visage,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.