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 Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
MC5,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
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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.