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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Inner City,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.