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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 808 and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
10cc,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.