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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.