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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
the Human League,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.