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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.