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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.