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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
JFA,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.