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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.