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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.