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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.