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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.