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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.