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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.