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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.