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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.