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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Deakin,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.