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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.