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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.