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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
X-102,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.