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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
ABC,
Amazonics,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.