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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.