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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Television,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.