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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.