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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.