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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Mars,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Fear,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.