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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.