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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Liliput,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.