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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Gories,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.