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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.