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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.