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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 a synthesizer and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Swans,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.