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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.