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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.