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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.