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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.