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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.