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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.