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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.