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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.