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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.