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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.