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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.