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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.