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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.