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 Egypt 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.