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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.