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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.