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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.