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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.