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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 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?
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.