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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Nico,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.