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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.