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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.