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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.