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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.