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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.