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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Niagra,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.