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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.