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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.