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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.