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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.