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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.