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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.