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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aural Exciters 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.