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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.