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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.