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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Wire,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.