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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.