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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.