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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
cv313,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.