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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.