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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.