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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 DNA to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.