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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.