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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
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Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.