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 Japan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.