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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.