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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.