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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.