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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Swans,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.