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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.