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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Nas,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.