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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.