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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.