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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.