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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.