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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Infiniti to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.