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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.