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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.