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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.