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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.