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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.