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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.