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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.