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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.