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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.