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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.