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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.