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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.