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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.