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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Crime,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.