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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.