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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.