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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
MDC,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.