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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.