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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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?
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.