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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.