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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.