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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
UT,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
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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.