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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone 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 punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.