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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.