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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.