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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.