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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.