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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Index,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.