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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Sparks,
Television,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.