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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.