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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.