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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.